Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
MDC,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.